Save World - Get Girl: Part 1

<p><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: Cambria, &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14pt;">She's ready for player two.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, &quot;sans-serif&quot;; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;">Based on the post of&nbsp;<a href="https://www.literotica.com/authors/MsCherylTerra/works" style="color: blue;" title="MsCherylTerra">MsCherylTerra</a>, in 3 parts. Listen to&nbsp;<a href="https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/SaveWorld-GetGirl1.mp3" style="color: blue;">the&nbsp;&#9658;Podcast</a>&nbsp;at&nbsp;<a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time" style="color: blue;">My First Time</a>.</p><br /><br /><img src="https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/SaveWorld-GetGirl1.jpg" width="700" /><br /><br />

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, &quot;sans-serif&quot;; line-height: 18.4px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><i>Player one is me, Ramona Roth. I’m nineteen, blue hair, pierce eyebrow, former president of the student council, virgin.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, &quot;sans-serif&quot;; line-height: 18.4px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">War is hell, they say, but I say they're wrong.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, &quot;sans-serif&quot;; line-height: 18.4px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Hell is insanity, and insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, &quot;sans-serif&quot;; line-height: 18.4px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Hell is false hopes and flagrant disappointment.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, &quot;sans-serif&quot;; line-height: 18.4px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Hell is knowing that the squabbling of Ilyra, the princess from the far-off planet of Nianus, and Jostok, the snarky-but-pleasantly-ripped humanoid alien soldier from Quighnan, would attract the attention of Izzon's monstrous space beast.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, &quot;sans-serif&quot;; line-height: 18.4px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">It's knowing that the beast would destroy the vent your plucky band of misfits was crawling through.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, &quot;sans-serif&quot;; line-height: 18.4px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">It's knowing that you'd all tumble into the cavernous belly of the spaceship with only the last-second triggering of a force-field from your omni-cuff to prevent you from turning into gizzard soup on the space-grey floor.<span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, &quot;sans-serif&quot;; line-height: 18.4px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I watched Jostok realize that the force field hadn't prevented the princess from being crushed beneath the weight of the metal that tumbled from above. I watched him separate her from the tangled pile of bodies and bionic limbs, cradling her barely conscious form against one beefy, armor-clad bicep.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, &quot;sans-serif&quot;; line-height: 18.4px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I watched her brilliant violet eyes flutter open, and saw the little half-smile on her face as he called her by her name, and heard the weakness in her voice as she reminded him that it was&nbsp;<i>Princess</i>&nbsp;Ilyra to him. I heard Jostok chuckle wetly and assure her she was going to make it.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, &quot;sans-serif&quot;; line-height: 18.4px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">After all, she was the princess. This was not how princesses died.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, &quot;sans-serif&quot;; line-height: 18.4px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Which was true, because she didn't die like that.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, &quot